.. but it’s the only way. the only way to ever relate to life again. a constant letting go of who she thinks she is and what might happen.
she dislikes this so much. she grasps and moans and tries to crawl her way back onto the main stage, but can now only find darkness and empty seats staring back at her. the moaning becomes shouting, pleading, “what if? what if I take control once more..?”
but the hollow sound of desperation echoes away in that theatre, once full of life.
no longer fuelled by the applause of the dreamless dreamers, she has no choice but to implode into the Nothingness she has always been. resisting the depths of that Nothingness with all her power, but only a faint “what if..?” can escape her lips once more.
then, a final collapsing so painful that every fiber of her being seems to have caught fire. burning every unturned stone, blasting them to dust.

Silence.

Movement.

Breath.

slowly rising out of the ashes, dusting Herself off. to not only see the brilliance of Herself, but realizing that the Nothingness is, in fact,

Everything.